Write, Share, Renew

In this month of thankfulness, let us remember the women whose small, quiet contributions have allowed us to walk proudly.

Write their stories. Share your knowledge.

Give Thanks to be in a group which encourages forgotten lives to step into the light.

WWW Membership (Renewal or To Join) now open and waiting to welcome you to a new year.

Barb Froman
WWW President 2020-2021

I’ve never talked about Miss Laura Jean but
I’m thankful for her.
She taught me how to pick cotton without making my fingers bleed.
And how to make noodles if only two handfuls of flour were left in the kitchen.
For birthdays, she gave me money. The dollar bill was always flat and folded in a little square—recently removed from its hiding place in a book.
She once told me she cried each day in the cotton field. Her newborn also cried nearby, from beneath the shade tree. She couldn’t understand why she couldn’t stop crying.
She never saw an ocean. I don’t think she missed it.
She never learned to drive. She missed it.

She saw plenty of dirt. And sun. And wind. And children.
Her example taught all of us how to get by.
She never won an award—but never expected one.
The only plaque that shows her name is in the cemetery.
She’s one of the many women of the West whose story is rolled into the stories of others.

We love, we resist, we persevere and move forward, pushed by her and now-silent women.
I am thankful for Miss Laura Jean.
I am thankful to be in an organization which so lovingly and diligently tells the stories of our mothers
And their mothers
And the women that came before.

Miss Laura Jean would have loved it, here.

B. K. Froman

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6 thoughts on “Write, Share, Renew

  1. What a wonderful tribute to Miss Laura Jean – I feel a loss for not having had the opportunity to know her. Your article reminds to take some time to remember those special women who have gone before me in my life and why they are so special to me. Thank you for sharing Miss Laura Jean with us.

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  2. The women who came before seem to be so much more present within us now. Why is that? Is it because we are beginning to understand what it takes to be strong, persistent, and resilient in the midst of ongoing struggles? I think they would tell us that we are not alone. Our sisters, mothers, aunts, and many grandmothers are always with us, in our hearts.

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  3. My grandmother immigrated to the US when she was only a teenager. Se met her sister in Baltimore a year later. Their father paid their passage. Though I never met any of them, your admonition to recognize women who have shaped history makes me want to explore those who have in some way shaped mine. Thank you.

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  4. Thank you, all of you. Maybe it’s the time of year? Maybe it’s CoVid? But I think about what it took for the women who brought me to this point to survive.

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